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Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?
The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
I can only be played on a windy day